“What am I doing here?” Jackie Chan
pondered as he wondered through the halls of the massive arena. An
archaeologist in khaki slacks and a blue sweatshirt, like himself, had little
business being among the superheroes and fighters gathered here tonight. Of
course, he does have some mad skillz himself.

“Hey
Jackie!”

“BWAA!”
Unfortunately, keeping track of his niece, Jade, was not one of them.

“Jade,”
Jackie scolded the little girl in the orange hooded sweatshirt...again. “What
are you doing here?”

“I’m
here to cheer you on in you match,” Jade responded cheerfully. “Good luck!”

“Well-WHAT?!?
My match?” Jackie questioned his niece, more confused than before. “What match?
I don’t have a match! I don’t want to have a match!”

“Duh,”
Jade corrected her uncle. “You’re fighting in a Ladder Match against
Rob...Van...Dam.” Jade even mimicked RVD’s “thumb pointing” while she said his
name. It was cute.

“That’s
crazy, Jade,” Jackie dismissed the idea. “You’re crazy!”

He
didn’t see the old Chinese man’s fingers headed or his forehead until it was
too late.

*THWACK!!!*

“Oww!”

“Jackie!!!”
The old man’s shrill voice rang throughout the hallway. “You must fight
tonight! You must climb the ladder and retrieve the talismans! Their magic must
not fall into the wrong hands!”

“Uncle,”
Jackie began only moments before Uncle’s words caught up with him. “The
Talismans?!? Why are the talismans here? Since when?”

“That
does not matter,” Uncle answered. “Jackie! You must fight!...And advertise
‘Uncle’s Antique Shop’! Is good for business!”

“But
Uncle...,” Jackie Chan continued to object, but as suddenly as he found out
about his match, he gave in. “Okay. When is the match?”

“In
about...five minutes,” Jade answered Jackie as Uncle grabbed his arm and
dragged him out to the ring.

“Calm
yourself, Hiroshi,” Daisuke said without even looking up from his Game Boy
Advance.

“And
the prize is the twelve magic Chinese talismans,” J.R. added. “Only the
talismans are hanging high above the ring and our competitors will have to
climb a fifteen foot ladder in order to get to them, but first, they have to
get the ladder into the ring, while avoiding the other fighter.”

Just
as J.R. had said, the talismans were in a steel lined attaché case hanging high
above the center of the ring. The fifteen-foot wooden ladder, painted black,
was sitting just outside the ring, awaiting the impending battle.

“This
is gonna be great J.R!” King chimed in, as always, looking forward to the
carnage that awaits. “What do you think Daisuke?”

“Huh?”
Daisuke finally looked up from his video game when he heard his name. “Oh yeah,
great. Whatever.”

“Anyway,”
Daffy began. “Although I hate to interrupt this dazzling intellectual
conversation, MY partner is waiting to interview two members of tonight’s tag
team main event, Ranma Saotome and The Rock! Take it away, Toots!”

* * * * *

‘‘Thanks
Daffy,’’ April said into her microphone. ‘‘But call me ‘Toots’ again and I’ll
rip of your beak off and stick it where the sun don’t shine.’’

Daffy’s
audible gulp could be heard even over the roar of the crowd’s laughter.

‘‘I
am here with budding Hollywood celebrity and WWE superstar, The Rock!’’ April
said indicating the large, tan skinned man in black windbreaker pants and
self-styled T-shirt (The crowd’s reaction was indicated as stellar by
scientists watching on PPV).

The
Rock stared at the camera from behind dark sunglasses, underneath short black
hair with sharp sideburns, and an arrogant smirk a he snatched the microphone
from April’s hand.

‘‘Thanks
Jabronette,’’ The Rock began. ‘‘But The Rock’s done enough of these interviews
to know what you’re gonna say, ‘How does The Rock feel about teaming up with
Ranma Saotome to fight Ryoga and Stone Cold Steve Austin?’ Is that right?’’

The
Rock held the microphone out to April and pulled it away before she could
answer.

‘‘Of
course it’s right,’’ He continued. ‘‘You want to know how The Rock feels? The
Rock will tell you how he feels! The Rock feels good, baby! The Rock feels
great! The Rock can’t wait for his match! What about Stone Cold? The Rock has
beaten Stone Cold in the middle of that ring, 1-2-3,and The Rock will do it
again! As for Ryoga Hibiki, The Rock has nothing against Ryoga. In fact, The
Rock wrote a little nursery rhyme for Ryoga. It goes a little something like
this: This little piggy went to market, This little piggy stayed home, This
little piggy whupped your ass, This little piggy whupped it too, And this
little piggy got doused with hot water, turned into a dim-witted,
too-strong-for-his-own-good lost boy, and got his ass whupped...BY THE ROCK!’’

‘‘Well,’’
April said, having gotten a new microphone. ‘‘That was...interesting. Anyway,
Ranma Saotome, what about you? What do you think about tonight’s match-up?’’

The
young martial artist standing next to The Rock, looked rightfully annoyed that
he had been ignored for so long. However, the young man with black hair tied
back in a short pig-tailed braid answered April’s query.

‘‘Ranma,
Ranma,’’ The Rock calmly addressed. ‘‘The Rock’s just playin’, Baby. Relax. In
fact, The Rock has a little question for you?’’

‘‘Yeah?’’
Ranma asked cautiously. ‘‘What?’’

‘‘Ranma
Saotome,’’ The Rock asked. ‘‘Do you like...pie?’’

‘‘Huh?’’
Saotome pondered the question for a second. ‘‘Uhh...Yeah, I guess I like to eat
pie.’’

‘‘Yeah,’’
Rock laughed. ‘‘The Rock bets you do! So that’s why you got all those chicks
and fiancés chasin’ you!’’

‘‘Wait
a second!’’ Ranma shouted. ‘‘What does that have to do with eating pie?’’

‘‘RANMA
YOU JERK!!!’’ A female voice screeched moments before a large mallet impacted
with the martial artist’s head.

‘‘A-Akane...?’’
Ranma groaned weakly from his space on the floor.

Akane
Tendo, a girl with short black hair wearing her school uniform of a light blue
apron dress over white blouse, stood over the bludgeoned boy holding her mallet
over her shoulder.

‘‘It’s
bad enough you’re a pervert at home,’’ Akane angrily accused. ‘‘But on
international television?!? That’s low even for you!’’

‘‘Who’s
a pervert?!?’’’ Ranma yelled back as he got up and confronted his
attacker/fiancé. ‘‘And why are you worryin’ about perverts for anyway, ya
uncute tomboy?!?’’

‘‘‘Uncute’?!?’’
Akane screamed. ‘‘I come with you all the way here to help you and this is the
thanks I get?’’

‘‘What
about Ryoga?’’ Ranma asked incredulously.

‘‘What
about Ryoga?’’ Akane snapped back.

April
and The Rock simply stood back and watched as the two continued to bicker and
fight.

Finally,
he Rock turned to the camera.

‘‘The
Rock guesses there’s just one more thing to do,’’ He said dramatically.
‘‘There’s only one thing the millions...AND THE MILLIONS of The Rock’s fans
need to know. The Rock’ll go out there and whip both Stone Cold and Pig Boy’s
candy-asses, with or without a partner! IF YA SMELLLLL...WHAT THE ROCK...IS
COOKIN’!!!’’

* * * * *

‘‘Looks
like The Rock is all fired up!’’ J.R. shouted.

‘‘And
Ranma is flat on the floor,’’ Daisuke sighed. ‘‘...Again.’’

‘‘That’s
right!’’ Hiroshi cheered. ‘‘He’s ready to get down and dirty against all
comers! Just try to keep Ranma down!’’

‘‘You
just don’t get it,’’ Daffy shook his head in pity.

‘‘The
following match-up is the Magic Talisman Ladder Match!’’ The Announcer suddenly
told the waiting crowd.

The
sound of a descending guitar rift resonated through the arena as the crowd’s
attention turned to the entranceway.

‘‘ONE OF A KIND!’’

Smokey
pyro exploded from the stage and both the music and fans began to rock as the
fighter began to accompany his theme, “One of a Kind” by Breaking Point, to the
ring.

o/` The Fear I See When I Look In Your Eyes,

Makes You Believe I’m One of a Kind!

The Fear You Feel In the Back of Your Mind,

Makes You Believe I’m...ONE OF A KIND! o/`

‘‘First,
making his way to the ring, from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing in at 275
pounds...’’

The
man paused mid-stride in order to use his thumbs to point to himself in time
with his name.

‘‘ROB...VAN...DAM!’’

Although
he had the appearance of a surfer, with rugged good looks and dusty blond hair
tied back in a loose ponytail, with a laid-back attitude to match, RVD’s true
self appeared in his wrestling attire. The modified wrestling singlet was
adorned with a storm of black, white, grays and purple and depicted a tiger and
Chinese dragon battling over a Yin Yang symbol.

The
martial artist of balance and peace leapt into the ring and deftly twirled to
acknowledge his cheering fans and face the entrance to wait for his opponent.

A
fast-paced Chinese hip-hop beat played as Jackie Chan entered the arena and
made his way down the ramp. As he walked, Chan smiled meekly and made a nervous
wave to the crowd.

‘‘And
his opponent, from San Francisco, adventurer/archeologist, Jackie Chan!’’

‘‘Funny,’’
Daisuke said. ‘‘You don’t see many guys get into the ring in a sweatshirt and
khaki pants.’’

‘‘Whatever,’’
Daffy dismissed. ‘‘As long as he’s comfortable.’’

‘‘He
doesn’t look very comfortable,’’ Daisuke observed as Chan timidly stepped
through the ropes and into the ring.

‘‘Mr.
Van Dam,’’ Jackie tried to explain as soon as he entered the ring. ‘‘You don’t
understand! These talismans are very dangerous! They are magic! We should not
fight for them!’’

‘‘Sorry,
man,’’ RVD stated coolly. ‘‘But this is a combat sport. If you want them you
are gonna have to fight for them.’’

‘‘But
I already did fight for them!’’ Chan complained. ‘‘...A lot!’’

‘‘So
what’s one more time gonna hurt?’’ Rob Van Dam reasoned, slipping into a
fighting stance.

[TALISMAN LADDER MATCH]

[JACKIE CHAN]

[VS.]

[ROB VAN DAM]

[*DING!*]

As
soon as he heard the bell, Chan leapt from the ring to the ladder outside, and
scrambled to the top. The twelve talismans of the Chinese zodiac inside,
belonging to an ancient demon sorcerer, were too dangerous to fall into the
wrong hands.

‘‘And
Chan immediately goes for the ladder!’’ J.R. shouted as Jackie prepared to make
a jump for the case hanging high above the ring.

‘‘Does
that even count?’’ King wondered, thinking of how many elements of a
traditional ladder match Chan was bypassing.

Not
knowing if that would count, but fearing that it could, RVD reached outside the
ring and pushed the ladder, toppling it over.

Instead
of falling with the ladder, Chan fell back to the ring and landed perfectly
balanced on the ropes.

‘‘Wow!’’
Hiroshi cheered. ‘‘Now that’s impressive!’’

‘‘Or
at least it would be,’’ Daffy sarcastically quipped. ‘‘If he was actually
balanced!’’

(Okay,
so not that perfectly balanced).

Jackie’s
arms flailed about as he tried to stand up strait on the top rope. RVD wasted
no time in trying to knock Chan’s legs out from under him with a high sweeping
kick.

Chan
dodged the attack by flipping over to the turnbuckle and rebounding off it.
Finally, he attacked RVD with a roundhouse kick, which Mr. Pay-Per- View easily
ducked underneath.

‘‘Jackie
Chan has finally got his head in the game with his first offensive maneuver!’’
Hiroshi shouted.

‘‘That’s
true,’’ Daisuke admitted. ‘‘Chan wasn’t gonna last very long without fighting
back.’’

‘‘RVD
still ain’t no pushover,’’ King said. ‘‘He’s not gonna be easy, even for Jackie
Chan!’’

‘‘That’s
for sure,’’ J.R. agreed. ‘‘RVD’s got those educated feet; One went to Harvard,
the other to Yale!’’

In
the ring, RVD was using those educated feet to assault his opponent. Jackie
Chan, however, was having no difficulty blocking and returning the assault.

Their
tirade ended when Rob Van Dam ducked underneath a strait punch and tried to
take Chan down with a leg sweep, which caused the Chinese marital artist to
backflip across the ring to avoid the attack.

Van
Dam quickly followed, and leapt over Jackie’s kick to his gut. Twisting in the
air, RVD turned his evasion into a spinning kick that nailed Chan in the face.

While
Jackie was still falling to the mat, RDV raced across the ring, bounced off the
ropes and tucked into a ball, rolling back across the ring until he reached his
prone opponent.

‘‘Rolling
Thunder!’’ J.R. acknowledged as RVD bounced into the air, crashing down on top
of Chan.

‘‘RVD
has taken the upper hand!’’ Hiroshi shouted.

‘‘Question
is,’’ Daisuke detracted. ‘‘Can he keep the upper hand long enough to set up the
ladder and climb to the top?’’

Instead
of going for the ladder, RVD dragged Jackie Chan’s prone form to a corner of
the ring.

‘‘Looks
like RVD is going for one of the high-risk maneuvers he’s known for!’’ Hiroshi
anticipated. ‘‘He could put Chan away for good!’’

‘‘The
match, and those magic talismans, would be all his,’’ King agreed. ‘‘If he
doesn’t mess up.’’

RVD
leaped up to the top rope, split his legs and bounced off the rope on each side
of the turnbuckle. As Van Dam flipped off the top rope, Jackie wisely rolled
out of the ring causing RVD to meet nothing but the solid mat.

‘‘Oooo!’’
King laughed. ‘‘You know what, Daf?’’

‘‘What?’’
Daffy asked.

‘‘He
messed up!’’

‘‘RVD
missed the Springboard Moonsault,’’ J.R. elaborated. ‘‘Now Jackie Chan has a
chance to take a much needed breather!’’

Indeed,
Jackie Chan was on the outside of the ring, leaning against the ring apron and
holding his wounded chest.Inside
the ring, RVD was recovering quickly as he rolled outside the ring on the
adjacent side as Chan. RVD kneeled against the ring apron himself and pulled it
up and reached inside.

RVD
immediately recovered, whirled around and swung the steel chair at Chan’s head.
However, Jackie Chan ducked under the chair shot and kicked RVD in the gut.

RVD
next tried a downward swing, but Chan stood, wound up inside Van Dam’s arms,
and retorted with a quick jab to the face.

Van
Dam staggered back, still holding the steel chair, and decided to change
tactics. Instead of attacking, he lobbed the steel chair over to his opponent.Jackie
Chan caught the steel chair and held it up in front if him. Before he could
even wonder why, RVD struck with a spinning back kick, smashing the chair into
his face.

‘‘RVD
catches Chan with the Van Daminator!’’ J.R. announced as Jackie Chan fell.
‘‘Now’s RVD’s chance to get the ladder!’’

RVD
grabbed Jackie Chan by the hair and hauled him to his feet, only to punch him
one more time.

‘‘I
don’t think so J.R.!’’ King said as RVD lifted the dazed Jackie Chan and
dropped him onto the audience guardrail. ‘‘It looks like RVD is looking to put
Jackie Chan down for good first!’’

As
Jackie Chan laid stomach-down across the guardrail, RVD jumped onto the ring
apron and turned to face the cheering crowd.

‘‘R...V...D!’’
He pointed to himself and led the crowd in his chant then leaped from the ring,
spinning in the air. Van Dam’s leg drop came down like an axe on the back of
Jackie’s head.

‘‘Whoa!’’
Hiroshi cringed as Chan flipped back over the guardrail and landed in a heap on
the mats outside the ring. ‘‘That’s gotta be enough!’’

‘‘Doesn’t
look like it,’’ Daffy chimed as RVD rolled Jackie Chan’s body into the ring.
RVD then picked up the steel chair and rolled into the ring himself.

Rob
placed Jackie’s prone body in the corner of the ring and propped him up against
the ring post. RVD then held up the chair for all the cheering crowd to see,
then walked across the ring and climbed the adjacent ring post.

‘‘R...V...D!!!’’

‘‘Rob’s
going to do the Van-Terminator!!!’’ J.R. shouted as RVD leaped from the ring
post, placing the steel chair by his feet as he sailed through the air.

‘‘Oh
no!’’ King gasped.

But
just as RVD was about to drive the chair into his prone opponent, Jackie Chan
sprang into action. Chan sprang from the corner, kicking the steel into Van
Dam’s face and leapfrogging over the mid-air chaos, only to land on his feet
while RVD and the chair crashed into the ring post.

Jackie
wasted little time to stumble outside the ring to retrieve the fallen ladder.

‘‘Jackie
Chan feeling the effects of the assault by RVD,’’ J.R. said, regarding Chan’s
slight gait as he picked up the ladder and slid it into the ring.

When
Jackie followed the ladder into the ring, he lifted it, prepared to set it up,
and RVD’s surprise kick knocked it out of his hands.

Before
Chan could react, Van Dam grabbed the ladder and swung it like an awkward
sword.

‘‘And
now, Van Dam is using the ladder as a weapon!’’ J.R. shouted.

‘‘That’s
interesting,’’ Daffy drawled.

‘‘That’s
not nearly as interesting as the fact they’re both still standing,’’ Daisuke
drawled right back.

Back
in the ring, Chan was in his element as RVD attacked him with the ladder, his
only key to regaining the dangerous Chinese talismans.

The
ladder passed over Chan as he bent over backwards to avoid it, hopped over the
sweep to his legs, and dodged to the side as RVD jabbed the ladder forth.

As
the ladder passed by his side, Jackie Chan grabbed the wooden faux- weapon and,
after a moderate struggle, twisted it from RVD’s grip.

Being
at the wider end, it was more difficult or Rob to dodge Jackie’s ladder
attacks. He ducked under a wide swipe to the head, jumped over a sweep to his
feet, but then Chan jabbed the ladder into his gut, flipped it around, and
trapped the Michigander martial artist between two of the rungs.

‘‘Jackie
Chan has turned the tables on Rob Van Dam and trapped him in the ladder!’’ J.R.
shouted.

‘‘Now
there’s tables involved?’’ Hiroshi pondered, looking around for a folding table
the combatants could use as yet another impromptu weapon.

‘‘Hiroshi,’’
Daffy said. ‘‘Here’s a showbiz tip: Quit while you’re ahead. But in your case,
you should just quit.’’

Jackie
Chan pushed the ladder back until it hit the ring post, then set his end down
on the mat. He readied himself and then ran up the ladder at full speed.

‘‘Jackie’s
using the ladder as a ramp!’’ J.R. yelled right before Chan delivered a sliding
kick to RVD.

Van
Dam slumped in the rungs of the ladder and fell through into a heap on the mat
as Jackie Chan flipped off the ladder.

‘‘Whoa!’’
King shouted. ‘‘That was incredible!’’

‘‘You
bet, King!’’ Hiroshi popped. ‘‘And you can expect nothing less from EMW!!!’’’

‘‘Geez,’’
Daffy groaned. ‘‘Shameless plug much, Cloney?’’

A
visibly winded Jackie Chan picked up the ladder and set it up in the center of
the ring, right under the case of talismans.

‘‘Chan’s
going up the ladder!’’ J.R. announced as Chan slowly began to climb.

‘‘He’s
going to get the talismans!’’ Hiroshi cheered as he watched Jackie Chan
continue to slowly trudge up the steps. ‘‘He could win this right now!’’

When
Chan made it about three quarters of the way up, RVD awoke and instinctively
sprang into action. He again grabbed the ladder and toppled it over and again
bringing Chan down with it.

This
time, instead of jumping off, Jackie Chan swung to the side and rebounded off
the ropes to return the ladder to a vertical stance...only to have it fall down
on the other side.

‘‘Jackie’s
valiant effort has failed!!!’’ Hiroshi shouted in a panic. ‘‘Now the ladder’s
going down the other side!!!’’

‘‘Yeah,’’
Daisuke yawned. ‘‘What he said.’’

As
Jackie fell with the ladder, Mr. Pay-Per-View earned his nickname by jumping up
and grabbing the ladder on it’s way down, springboarding off the ropes, and
pushing the ladder and his opponent back up.

Jackie
Chan and Rob Van Dam enacted a careful balancing act as the ladder teetered
back and forth, threatening to topple yet again.

When
they finally managed to cease the precarious state of their perilous perch,
Jackie and RVD shared a relieved smile with one another, then realized what
they were doing and began to scramble up the ladder.

‘‘Okay,’’
Daffy smiled as his companions were rendered speechless. ‘‘Even I have to
admit, that was pretty cool.’’

Both
combatants reached the top at the same immediately tried to push the other off.
Pushes turned to shoves and the shoving turned to punches. The punches quickly
became a flurry of fast-paced martial arts. Punches and chops were delivered, blocked,
and dodged with such skill and precision it would make a surgeon jealous.

‘‘Chan
and RVD showing an impressive display of ability on the top of the ladder,’’
J.R. said in awe.

‘‘They’re
also showing an impressive degree of balance,’’ Daisuke added.

Which
remained true until Chan attempted a high spinning kick. However, when RVD
ducked underneath it, Chan suffered a momentary loss of balance and ended up
facing the wrong way. A simple push was all it took for RVD to send his
opponent tumbling through the air.

‘‘OH
MY GOD!!!’’ J.R. yelled as Jackie Chan fell to the mat, shaking the canvas upon
impact. ‘‘Chan, taking a huge gamble that didn’t pay off, and falling fifteen
feet off the ladder!!!’’

‘‘Chan
looks down and out!’’ King said. ‘‘All Van Dam has to do is reach up and--Wait!
What’s he doing?!?’’

Instead
of reaching for the talisman case and ending the brutal match, Rob Van Dam stepped
to the top step and looked down on the form of his fallen foe, which was now
slowly beginning to move. ‘‘It’s dangerous to be on the top step you know,’’
Daffy smirked as Chan rolled over onto his back.

‘‘For
which one?’’ Daisuke falsely pondered.

From
the top of the ladder, Rob Van Dam stood tall and took in the expectant cheers
of the crowd.

‘‘He
cant’ be thinking--!’’ J.R. worried.

‘‘He
is,’’ Daisuke assured.

‘‘R...
V... D!!!’’ The fans shouted before Van Dam took a dive off the ladder.

‘‘AHHHH!!!’’
King squealed.

Van
Dam crouched in mid-air, twisted around, and spread out his body in order to
land adjacent and belly-to-belly onto the archaeologist/adventurer.

‘‘FIVE-STAR
FROG SPLASH!!!’’ J.R. yelled as RVD crashed down on top of Jackie Chan with
rib-cracking force. ‘‘FIVE-STAR FROG SPLASH OFF THE FIFTEEN FOOT LADDER!!!’’

‘‘FIFTEEN
FEET ONTO ANOTHER HUMAN BEING!!!’’ Hiroshi yelled as Van Dam rolled off Chan,
holding his ribs in pain. Jackie was rolled into a painful fetal position and
remained still. ‘‘THAT COULD CAUSE SOME SERIOUS PERMINANT DAMAGE!!!’’

‘‘What
bugs me is that RVD had this match in the bag,’’ Daisuke sulked as Rob slowly
dragged himself towards the ladder. ‘‘Now he’ll be lucky if he can find the
strength to crawl.’’

But
crawl he did. Rob Van Dam dragged himself to the ladder and used the bottom
rung to haul his weakened body up.

Step-by-step,
RVD slowly pulled himself up the ladder, back to the top and the coveted prize
he was so close to only moments before. At times it seemed as if the support of
the fans was the only thing lifting him up as they cheered him on until he
reached the top.

‘‘Well,
it’s academic by this point!’’ J.R. said as the martial artist/wrestler
unhooked the case and held it up in victory, eliciting wild cheers and general
celebration. ‘‘Rob Van Dam now has the power of twelve magic Chinese
talismans!’’

“I
know Uncle,” Jackie bowed his head in shame. “I lost the talismans.”

“Yes,
losing the talismans is bad,” Uncle calmly stated before “thwacking” Jackie yet
again. “But Uncle is mad about you not advertising his shop! You are BAD
advertiser!”

“Uncle,”
Jackie muttered. “We have to find where Mr. Van Dam is! We MUST retrieve the
talismans!”

“Hey
guys,” A cocky voice came from the infirmary’s doorway. “I’m right here.”

All
three members of the “Chan Clan” turned to see none other than Rob Van Dam
standing there, holding the metal case he had just fought so very hard for. His
hair was messed up and he had a few bandages of his own, but there was no
mistaking the cocky grin on his face, regardless of the match he just went
through.

‘‘Rob!”
Jackie shouted as he jumped up off the infirmary bed, despite the pain he was
in. “I know this might sound crazy, but you HAVE to give us the talismans! We
can put them in a safe place! In the wrong hands, they can be very dangerous!
You must trust me!”

“I
know,” RVD said calmly as he held out the metal briefcase. “Here.”

“Wha--?”
Jackie blanched.

“You’re
going to put these in a safe place, right?” Rob said, still holding the cocky
smile on his face. “Section 13? There’s an autographed photo for Captain Black
in there.”

“Uhh...right,”
Jackie answered with a confused smile and took the talismans from RVD. “Thank
you.”

“Hey,
don’t you want to use the talismans’ magic?” Little Jade Chan wondered (After
all, RVD’s arsenal of moves would be even cooler with magic powers thrown in).